Inside the walls of a studio that was located away from Snow Mountain, Angus was eating some noodles and dumplings along with Darma and Germur.

'This tastes so good, guys. I never believe that these food were great for takeouts.'

'They were, man. We simply loved it so much. We even love eating the noodles when there was a storm or a cold weather.'

The vixen giggled.

'You said it all, dude!'

Angus took a few more bites on his dumplings that was wedged on his pair of chopsticks. Ozzie then arrived with a phone holding in his mechanical arms. The male Persian cat then noticed the robotic butler.

'A call for me, Ozzie?'

The robot responded by nodding its monitor-like head in reply.

'Alright. Thanks.'

Angus took the phone from Ozzie. He then took the call while Germur and Darma kept on eating.

'Hello?'

'Hey there, Angus. It's me - Bodi.'

'Oh. Heya there, mutt. How are ya in there? Still doing some guitar practice with your blue magical powers?'

'I tried but there's something else.'

'Really?'

Angus elevated his legs a bit as he sat back to his chair.

'What is it then?'

Bodi cleared his throat a bit.

'I have some 'special' guests in my village, Angus.'

'Guests?'

Darma perked up.

'Fans, I think?'

'I guess so.'

'No, Angus. Not only fans of mine but they were also the village's special guests. They came here by plane.'

'I see.'

'Yep. My father and his minions thought that they were suspicious intruders but apparently, they were just mere visitors. They were heading to the capital's airport but their plane broke down and I think that the two would be staying at my place for now.'

'That's quite fascinating, Bodi.'

'Really? If you guys wanted to meet them, just head to Snow Mountain if you guys wanted to. I'm sure they were be thrilled when they saw you all, guys.'

'Hang on, mutt.'

Angus looked at Darma and Germur.

'Bodi said that there were two special visitors at his place. Probably fans to him or to the band. Want to go there and pay them a visit?'

'Sure thing, man.'

'We like to, Angus. Besides, I wanted to visit Snow Mountain all the time.'

'Alright then.'

The Persian cat cleared his throat.

'Okay, dude. We're heading there now. Let's hope that the guests would be thrilled to us coming.'

'Oh. They will sure do, Angus. Anyway, I'm going off now. Bye!'

'Bye!'

The call ended and Angus places the phone on the desk.

'Do you guys finished on eating?'

'We're almost done eating. How bout yours?'

The feline then noticed his partly consumed meal that was just on the table.

'Umm. Not yet, girl. I'll finish it up fast. After that, I'm going to prepare for the trip.'

'Alright then. Just don't eat it too fast, though. You might get choked to oblivion.'

Both Darma and Germur laughed while Angus ignored their teases.

...

Back at Snow Mountain, Acher and Renar were both exploring the entire village and its infrastructure as they were toured by Khampa, Bodi and a few other villagers and guards.

'The place is still standing until today. Even though time passes on, the entire village remained on its glorious state.'

'Whoa! This village reminds me of Yad Dili Lidi.'

Bodi plastered a curious look on his face and he looked at Renar.

'Yad Dili...What?'

'He said 'Yad Dili Lidi', Bodi.'

'What's that?'

'That's the capital of our Empire where we lived in. Its infrastructure was like the same just as this one but with a few changes, though.'

'That place sure is interesting, man.'

'It was. If you saw the capital city, you would though that the place looked like Peking from 1911 because of the architecture of its standing buildings.'

Khampa looked back.

'Ain't that a Oriental city?'

'Not much but our Emperor wanted our capital to look like one, though.'

'I'm guessing that your Emperor that you been speaking was of Asian descent.'

'He really was, Mr. Khampa.'

'Really?'

'Yep. He was even a descendant to the Qing.'

'Qing? You mean the Manchus?'

'Yeah. That one.'

'I see.'

After walking through for a few blocks, the entourage arrived near to a forest clearing.

'That area there was the gateway to the urban life. Bodi went through those paths when he was longing to be a musician in the city long ago.'

Bodi chuckled.

'I could still remember that, Dad.'

The elder mastiff sighed.

'Not a few villagers manage to travel through there.'

'Why not? Is there's someone lost there already?'

'N-No. Not because of that. It's because of our villagers' cultural awareness. Only a few manage to go through that clearing on route to urban. Bodi is one of them.'

Both Acher and Renar kept on looking at the forest clearing.

'Does the path took a long and winding trail towards the city?'

'I don't know. I rarely go out to that place.'

Khampa then looked at his son.

'Bodi. When you went to the city by taking this path, is the trail a bit long or short.'

'It was fairly long but there were so rest stops.'

'Okay then.'

Bodi looked towards the forest clearing.

'Until now, I could still remember my crossing there.'

'Wow. Such memories there, dude!'

The young Tibetan mastiff chuckled. Khampa then turned around and started to walk back.

'Okay, guys. Let's return back to the village. I think Fleetwood Yak prepared some refreshments for us all.'

The entourage retraced their steps and went back to the village.